demon hunter at hogwarts

Saturday morning, NO.12 Grimmauld Place.

In the spacious living room, the tables, chairs and sofas were moved to the corners, leaving a large space in the middle.

Sirius transformed into a magical auto mechanic and concentrated on maintaining his flying motorcycle.

He found a bunch of spare parts from nowhere and planned to update the motorcycle and add several "interesting" new features. Harry watched with interest and helped pass out parts from time to time.

"Kreacher, my robe." Regulus rubbed the head of Antalis who jumped on him, and put the cat on the windowsill to bask in the sun.

Kreacher ran over with small steps and helped Regulus put on a freshly ironed black robe decorated with green lines.

"I can't figure out what there is to see Lucius Malfoy. If it were me, I'd rather sleep at home." Sirius said inarticulately, holding his wand in his mouth.

"Sissy wrote me a special letter. I can't be rude." Regulus said with a smile, "Their son will enter school next year. Based on what I know about Sissy, she definitely hopes that I can help take care of her." Point. Although I don’t know if I’ll still be teaching next year.”

"Sissy... she screamed affectionately. I want to see how good Malfoy's son can be... Damn it!" Sirius tried to install something like a small turbine on the motorcycle, but failed.

The turbine was bounced to the other side of the room, and Harry immediately ran over to pick it up.

"Thank you... Harry is definitely much better than little Malfoy. What is his name...Draco?" Sirius remembered the name on the tapestry and said disdainfully, "Even the naming is in accordance with the habits of the Black family. Here we are, it seems Lucius has no family status."

"Perhaps this is a sign of his respect for his wife?" Regulus retorted lightly, "I hope you put away those prejudices and don't let these children become like you and Snape before they even meet. 's mortal enemy."

"Actually, I really want to make friends..." Harry said hurriedly.

For a ten-year-old child, Harry was looking forward to making friends with his own age. After all, when he lived with the Dursleys, he had been bullied by Dudley and his gang, and his classmates, in order to avoid being bullied by Dudley, A group of people who hold a grudge can only choose to alienate Harry.

It just so happened that Sirius was powerless to change this.

Because he had been squatting in Azkaban for nine years, and his old friend Lupine was still single, they could not find a friend of the same age for Harry.

"Wait a few more months, and you will definitely be able to make friends when you go to Hogwarts." Sirius pinched Harry's face with his hand covered in engine oil, leaving a black handprint, "James and I We met Mu at school."

Regulus shook his head secretly, opened the door and disapparated.

The Malfoy family is famous for being good at managing interpersonal relationships.

Although every generation of Malfoy has flaunted the superiority of pure-blood wizards, they will also cooperate with Muggle rulers when they can obtain benefits and be active in the upper-class Muggle social circles. This has been the case for nearly a thousand years.

In the eleventh century, the ancestor of the Malfoy family, Armand Malfoy, came to England with William the Conqueror.

He secretly made a lot of contributions to the rule of William the Great through magic, and thus obtained an excellent fiefdom in Wiltshire, which is where Malfoy Manor is today, not far from London.

At this time, Regulus was already standing on a country road in Wiltshire. In front of him was a heavy wrought iron door.

He walked forward and knocked lightly on the iron door.

The relief pattern on the door immediately deformed, twisting into an old and terrifying face, and said viciously in an echoing, sonorous metallic voice: "Tell me the purpose of your visit."

"At the invitation of the mistress, I came to Malfoy Manor as a guest." Regulus said calmly.

Ten seconds later, the face returned to its embossed form, and then the door disappeared like steam.

What appeared in front of Regulus was a long, gravel-paved driveway. Through the towering yew hedges on both sides, one could vaguely see the vast garden behind, with several white peacocks standing proudly. Strutting on the top of the hedge with all dignity.

Amid the gurgling sound of the fountain, mixed with the voices of children, a light-haired boy riding a broomstick flew right over the driveway and did not notice Regulus walking on the road.

On the stone steps at the end of the driveway, stood a tall blonde witch wearing dark green robes with a reserved smile on her face. She was none other than Narcissa Malfoy.

"Regulus, long time no see," she said softly and politely.

In fact, for Regulus, the eleven years under the Black Lake were like a dreamless sleep.

So his feeling was different from Narcissa's, as if the last time they met was just three months ago.

But when he looked at Lucius Malfoy next to him, Regulus discovered with emotion the ruthless power of time.

He still has his head held high and his arrogant look; he still wears decent clothes and an exquisite snake-headed cane; he still has long, well-groomed pale golden hair, but his hairline is slightly further back than in memory. One inch.

"Welcome to Malfoy Manor." Lucius stepped forward, stretched out his right hand to shake Regulus's hand, and then led the way into the foyer, which was lined with portraits on both sides.

The room is very spacious. The diamond-shaped glass provides good lighting. The lights on both sides are made of crystal. A large number of portraits of celebrities are hung on the dark purple walls. A huge carpet covers the entire floor of the hall.

From the increasingly splendid furnishings of Malfoy Manor, Regulus could tell that the Malfoy family lived quite well during the period after Voldemort's fall.

It is in sharp contrast to the desolation of the Black family.

Of course, he was not surprised by this situation. Lucius Malfoy was good at protecting himself wisely. This was something everyone knew.

Regulus followed Lucius and Narcissa to the gorgeous marble fireplace, where there were several seats and a coffee table. A house elf wearing a worn teapot warmer was putting tea, desserts and fruits on the coffee table. superior.

The elf saw Regulus and opened his eyes like tennis balls. He wanted to say something, but Lucius knocked him aside with his cane.

"It's none of your business here, why don't you back down!"

The elf bowed shakily and disapparated.

After a few simple greetings, Lucius seemed to want to ask something, but the words always stuck in his mouth, seeming a little uncomfortable.

Regulus was not restrained and was eating fruit by himself.

Finally, Narcissa spoke.

"Rael, we read the newspaper, and I can understand that under such circumstances, you are unwilling to reveal your whereabouts over the years to the public." Narcissa stared at her cousin with her blue eyes, "Can you tell us? ?I promise that our conversation today will not spread out of this room. If you have any difficulties, we can help you."

"What I told the reporter was the truth. I was under a spell and lay in a place no one knew about for 11 years, and then I woke up." Regulus put down the orange in his hand and crossed his fingers in front of him.

"Do you expect me to believe such a perfunctory reply?" Lucius looked a little dissatisfied and stared at Regulus with cold gray eyes.

Then he turned to Narcissa and said arrogantly: "Your cousin has no intention of getting our help at all. I think it is unnecessary for you, Sissy."

Narcissa wanted to say something, but Regulus nodded slightly to her, and then said to Lucius: "I know this sounds a bit fanciful, and you don't have to believe it at all, but the one who was recently announced to be resurrected from the dead, I’m not the only one.”

"Are you talking about that poor Peter Pedro? He hid in hiding for nine years, thinking he could escape punishment." Lucius said impatiently, "His biggest mistake was not knowing that he had been expelled from the Black family long ago. Sirius, there is also a brother who secretly pays attention to him, but I am not interested in your family's anecdotes..."

"You are right. Sirius is my brother after all. Although he is a bastard, he cannot go to Azkaban because of something he has never done." Regulus suddenly softened his tone and leaned forward. Said to Lucius, "And Lucius, if you were the one who caught Peter, what would you do? I don't know that Peter is the mole, but with your original position..."

Narcissa coughed twice, interrupting Regulus.

"Me? Of course I will bring him to justice, that guy who succeeds more than he does." Lucius said ambiguously.

Looking at Lucius' serious expression, Regulus smiled playfully and suddenly said, "By the way, I went to Azkaban a while ago and met Bella."

Under the cover of her sleeves, Narcissa's hands clenched tightly.

"how is she?"

"She told me that the Dark Lord will come back soon. By then, she will get the reward she dreamed of, and those betrayers will be brutally punished." Regulus' eyes looked between Lucius and Lucius. Narcissa glanced back and forth.

"She... she stayed in Azkaban for too long, and may not be mentally normal... Don't worry..." Narcissa stretched out her right hand and grabbed Lucius' slightly trembling left hand.

"What am I worried about? He should be worried!" Lucius's voice was abnormally high. He pointed at Regulus, the expression on his face was distorted, "I don't know what means you used, Not only did he escape the punishment of the Dark Lord, he also escaped the trial of the Ministry of Magic, and then he sat here gloriously..."

"I don't know what you are talking about, Lucius." Regulus interrupted Lucius coldly, "You must have heard the recent rumors, those that Cornelius Fudge doesn't want people to know. Things...other people don’t know what that means, so you won’t be so stupid, right?”

Lucius stopped talking.

"You'd better take this time to think of an excuse. 'That person' is not like the Ministry of Magic, who can be dismissed with a pile of gold Galleons." Regulus added.

"Do you think what Bella said is true?" Narcissa suddenly asked, with a hint of panic in her voice.

"You should know your sister better than I do." Regulus replied flatly.

Narcissa nodded thoughtfully.

At this time, a boy with light blond hair and a pointed face hurried in.

"Mom! Crabbe hung himself on the tree..." The boy was halfway through shouting when he suddenly saw a guest in the room. He immediately closed his mouth and looked at Regulus warily.

"Is this your son?" Regulus looked at the boy. He looked like a ten-year-old version of Lucius.

"Yes...his name is Draco." Narcissa replied, then took two quick steps to the boy's side and asked softly: "What's going on?"

"I was tired of playing, so I gave the broomstick to Crabbe. That idiot couldn't ride a broom at all, and now he's hanging on a tree and can't get down..." Draco Malfoy vividly described to his mother what just happened, Lucius looked embarrassed when he heard this.

"Excuse me..." Narcissa said to Regulus, pulling Draco out in a hurry.

Lucius watched his wife and son leave the hall, moved his left hand slightly, and finally stared at his reflection in the gilded mirror above the fireplace, and said softly: "You shouldn't say this in front of Sissy, she and us It’s different, I don’t want her to… get involved in my affairs.”

"That's not what I care about. She is my cousin, and... she was kind to me in the past." Regulus also pointed to his left hand, "For the sake of our original friendship, I have to remind you, As for the choice... of course it is in your hands."

"Humph, that's really...thank you so much." Lucius forced out a smile that was uglier than crying.

It didn't take Narcissa long to rescue Crabbe from the tree. She quickly led Draco back to the house.

"Who is he?" Draco asked again, obviously not knowing Regulus.

"How many times have I told you to pay attention to your behavior, where are your manners?" Lucius rapped the ground with his snake-head cane dissatisfied and scolded his son.

"This is my cousin. You should call him Uncle Regulus." Narcissa rolled her eyes at Lucius and said gently to Draco, "He is now a professor at Hogwarts. You will be here next year." I want to learn magic from him."

"Didn't you say you were going to send me to Durmstrang?" Draco immediately grasped the point, "I just said that to Crabbe and Goyle!"

"Ahem... Your mother thinks it's too far away from home. Although Igor Karkaroff and I are old acquaintances, I think..." Lucius glanced at Regulus meaningfully, Turning to Draco again, he said, "Nothing can happen to my only son."

Draco looked reluctantly convinced by this argument.

"First meeting, a little gift from my cousin." Regulus took out a small, lifelike dragon model from his pocket and placed it on the coffee table. The little dragon spread its wings and spit out a cute fireball.

"This is...Australian Opal Eye?" Draco was immediately attracted by the colorful scales of the little dragon, and quickly ran to the side to observe it up close.

"It seems you know a lot about fire dragons." Regulus said with a smile.

"It's all my fault for giving him this name." Narcissa looked at Draco fondly.

Several people tacitly agreed not to mention the original topic, and there never seemed to be any tension.